"Dad! Why do I have to be punished for being Mattie's hero!" Alfred whined as he shuffled into their home. Matthew was close behind and Arthur followed, an aura of irritation surrounding him.
"Alfred! You got into a fight on your first day of school and made me leave work. Stop complaining, I could give you a much harsher punishment than no TV for the day." Arthur growled out, setting down his sewing machine on the floor by the door. "Now, would you like me to make any-" Arthur began before his sons quickly interrupted him.
"NO!" He blinked at them and reddened slightly at his inability to cook. "Dad, you KNOW you're not allowed in the kitchen!" Matthew scolded, he had inherited his culinary skills from his Papa thankfully. Arthur rolled his eyes with a frown.
"I'm not that bad..." The twins begged to differ listing many occasions when the Englishman had given them along with many friends, food poisoning.
"Fine, fend for yourselves." He said playfully, grabbing his tea kettle. "I'm making some tea, would you like any?" The twins shook their heads and instead ran up to their room to probably play some game or another. Arthur watched the kettle boil slowly with a soft smile. He remembered the stormy night the tiny twins had stumbled upon their doorstep. It had been like a gift from god. He had always dreamt of having children but fate was cruel and he fell in love with a damn Frenchman. At the time children seemed highly unlikely, what with them being both male. Luckily, his wishes were delivered onto their doorstep.
The kettle whistled and he poured the tea into his cup before sipping at it pensively. He glanced at the clock wondering when Francis would come home from his bakery. He said he'd make dinner tonight so he should be home to start preparing it. It was just like the bloody Frenchman to be late, thinking his bloody charming words would make up for it. He growled at his tea in frustration. He blinked when he realized he forgot something.
"Alfred! Matthew! Do you have homework? You better do it now!" He yelled up the stairs and heard the groans of annoyance that followed. There was the thud of two pairs of legs running down the stairs and soon the boys appeared before their father. "I was hoping you'd forgotten." Alfred sighed melancholic, trudging toward the kitchen table. Matthew followed as he told his brother he was over reacting. The pair sat down pulling out their books in order to do their simple second grade math problems. Though to them (specifically Alfred) it was the hardest homework they'd ever had.
"BONJOUR! VOTRE PERE EST LA!" (Hello! You're father is here!) The door was slammed open and a sing song voice swept through the house. Arthur groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration at the return of the bloody frog. Matthew on the other hand jumped out of his seat with a grin and ran toward his Papa. Francis bent down, picking up the younger twin easily and hugging him close. "Bonjour Matthieu" Francis greeted warmly, "Where is that devilish brother of yours?" He asked playfully, looking around.
"I'm right here Papa!" Alfred called from the kitchen, waving his arm for good measure. Francis made his way over, still carrying Matthew. He put the boy down and hugged his other son before flicking his forehead. Alfred scowled, swatting at the hand and looked at his Papa angrily
"What was that for?" He demanded.
"Bonnefoys do not pick fights, we make love." Francis answered before straightening up to his regular height. "Arthur! I have not gotten a hello! Why are you so cruel?" The Frenchman whined padding over to his husband. Arthur glared at him and tried to squirm away when his husband's arms wrapped around him.
"You're late." Arthur noted, resigning himself into the embrace.
"I'll make delicious dinner to make up for it." Francis said, giving his lover a peck on the lips. "And tonight I'll-" Francis couldn't complete his graphic sentence as the Englishman quickly kissed him to shut him up.
"Not in front of the children!" Arthur scolded, his face red as he disentangled himself from his husband. "Now make dinner before I do." Arthur threatened and the twins looked pleadingly at their Papa.
"Do not even joke of such horrors." The Frenchman said dramatically as he went to the pantry and grabbed his apron. He paused a moment. "Matthieu? Would you like to help Papa cook?" He asked warmly. Matthew nodded vigorously, he had done his homework anyway. Francis smiled and handed the boy a smaller apron.
Slowly, Matthew was warming up to their new school. No one had made fun of them or bullied them, well except for Gilbert on the first day. In fact, he had started speaking to others, mostly it was Alfred and Kiku though. He still refused to speak to Gilbert. The albino wasn't very happy about that fact.
"Matt! Come on! Just talk to me already!" Gilbert would shout and Matthew would shy away from him. Alfred would then send the albino a glare and Gilbert would sigh in frustration. He wasn't that scary, was he? He pouted and looked over at the younger twin. He really was cute, he didn't know why he thought so. Just the wavy blond hair and adorable curl that bounced in front of him. His soft violet eyes, so different from his harsh red ones. Matthew could be so awesome if only he'd talk to Gilbert! Then his awesome levels would soar into the sky!
"Hello? Earth to Gil!" Alfred said annoyed as he waved his hand in front of the albino's face. Gilbert looked up, his thoughts dispersing as he finally noticed the lunch bell was ringing. "Time for English! Or we'll be late" Alfred notified, getting up to run after Kiku who had already gone ahead with Matthew. Gilbert quickly stood up and ran after his friends into the crowded throng of students. Finally he reached their sides, then furrowed his brows. Where was Matthew?
Alfred and Kiku were conversing as they were pushed forward by the crowd. Matthew wasn't with them and his brother hadn't noticed yet. The German quickly looked around before spotting the quiet child pushing his way through the crowd. Only, he was going the wrong way. Gilbert quickly started to push his way through in the same direction when he discovered the reason for Matthew's behavior. Leaning against one of the trees was Kumajirou, his beloved bear. The twin must have forgotten to pick it up and just now realized.
Matthew wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings. His focus remained solely on his favorite plushy as he pushed through his classmates desperately. Finally, he was in the clear and ran quickly toward the trees... Just in time for the bear to be picked up by some middle school boys. He froze and stared as the much taller boy held his bear. The middle school was attached to the elementary and the older students had their lunch break after the younger students' lunch ended.
"This your bear?" the one holding it asked coldly as he stared at the small fragile boy. Matthew began to tremble in fear and he nodded quickly. "It seems precious doesn't it?" The boy asked his friends with an evil smile plastered on his face. "I wonder what would happen if we tore off its arm..." he mused thoughtfully. Matthew's eyes widened in fear and he tried to reach for the bear but he was easily pushed down to the ground.
"Leave him alone!"Gilbert growled coming over to them, he soon realized the middle school kids towered over him. "Look! Its that albino freak, the one all the teachers hate." The lead boy teased with a dark chuckle. Gilbert narrowed his eyes dangerously, his hands clenched into fists at his side. "Give. Back. The. Bear" He said darkly, his white hair shading his eyes. The middle school kid raised a brow and laughed at the tiny second grader.
"That's pretty funny kid." The boy laughed before quickly tearing off Kumajirou right arm. Matthew let out a strangled cry and he tried to grab at the bear desperately. Without another thought Gilbert kicked the boy right in the groin. The kid doubled over with a yelp of pain and Gilbert landed a punch on his smug little face. The two other middle school kids quickly grabbed at the German landing punches of their own. Matthew watched in shock.
One of the kids hit Gilbert in the mouth and his lip started bleeding. Matthew suddenly felt extremely angry. He was so afraid of everyone all the time. He hated it, he didn't even realize he hated it until now. This stupid kids hurt Kumajirou and now they were hurting Gilbert, all because of him. And he was doing nothing. His eyes narrowed and without a second thought he punched the first kid he saw. It was a blur after that, all he did was punch and kick blindly and angrily. He was sick of being the victim.
A teacher soon came and separated them all and she gasped at the state of the two elementary school children. The middle school hooligans were sent off to the principle's room immediately while the two younger boys were sent to the infirmary. Matthew was clutching onto his polar bear and its ripped arm while trying to salvage as much stuffing as he could. The bear had ended up in some mud due to the scuffle and it's normal snow white fur was now tarnished brown.
The nurse fussed over the both of them, bandaging up scratches and icing Matthew's eyes which was swollen so much that it would barely open. After she fixed them up the best she could, she left them alone to wait for their parents. "I never knew you could fight Matt" Gilbert complimented with new found adoration for the younger twin. Gilbert was surprised to receive a hug from the shy boy. Color blossomed on the albino's cheeks at being held so close by the cute little twin. What surprised him even more though was what happened next.
"Thank you Gil. Thank you so much". Gilbert froze before nodding his face now bright red. Matthew had actually spoken to him!
Matthew smiled at him warmly and felt like he should say more when the door burst open.
"MATTHIEU!" The Frenchman cried out loudly before hugging the boy tightly to his chest. "Mon pauvre petit Matthieu! Comme tu souffre! Mon pauvre petit ange!" (My poor little Matthew! How you suffer! My poor little angel!) Francis whispered as he squeezed the life out of his son.
"Papa! PAPA! Je ne peut pas respire! S'il vous plait arrête!" (I cant breathe! Please stop!) His Papa finally listened and let go of his son to look him over closely. Matthew blushed as he realized Gilbert had seen all of that.
"Oh Matthieu, you are so battered! I know, I'll make you some ice cream and then we'll have pancakes for dinner!" Francis announced happily. Matthew grinned at the prospect before stopping.
"Mais papa..." (But Papa...) He said softly, anguish prevalent in his voice.
"What is it Matthieu?" His papa asked softly, his worry mounting.
"Regarde..." (Look...) Matthew murmured, holding up the poor mutilated bear. Francis eyes widened and then softened.
"Do not worry, Arthur can save him."
"He can?" Matthew asked unconvinced, he felt Kumajirou was dead forever now.
"Bien sur. He cant cook but he definitely can sew." Francis assured ruffling his son's wavy hair lovingly. That was when he noticed the albino watching them . "Ah hello, you must be Gilbert! I am Monsieur Bonnefoy." Gilbert nodded and was about to speak when his own father entered the room.
"Now you're picking fights with 7th graders Gilbert?" His father sighed irritably, coming over. "You're ok right?" Ludwig added, quickly noticing his son seemed more beaten than usual.
"Yeah, I'm doing awesome" Gilbert said as he gave the blond a grin.
The bell rang signaling that the class was over and in a flash Alfred appeared in the infirmary. He attacked his twin in a hug holding him close. Matthew hugged back with a smile before Alfred pulled away. "Do you know how I worried I was! Mrs. Picket said some middle school punks beat you up! Then she wouldn't let me see you 'til class was over and I only have 'til the bell rings!" He complained angrily before hugging his brother again. Francis chuckled at his sons before pulling the older one away.
"Get back to class Alfred. I'm taking Matthew home for the day." Alfred pouted then nodded, feeling slight jealousy course through him before he shook it away. Francis chuckled before pushing his son back out the door.
"Can I go home too, West?" Gilbert asked hopefully and the German groaned at the nickname.
"I have to get back to work Gilbert..." His father sighed scratching at the back of his head.
"He could stay with Matthew and I until you can pick him up." Francis offered, it felt weird helping his old boss. He remembered calling him such bad names.
"Please West! Please!" Gilbert quickly begged, he wanted to go on his knees but it would hurt too much. "I promise I'll be good."
Ludwig sighed, running his hand through his slicked blond hair. "Alright, but you better behave! I'll pick you up at three and you'll have to change your clothes in the car. Remember Feli is coming over for dinner." Ludwig finally acquiesced. Gilbert's eyes shined.
"Thanks West! You're awesome! Don't worry I always behave when Feli comes over" Gilbert said animatedly, he did love the italian man. Ludwig rolled his eyes, his son did not in fact behave ever when the italian was involved. The first time the redhead had come over Gilbert had been compelled to show him Ludwig's handcuff and whip collection along with his questionable magazines. The rest of the night could only be described as awkward, though Gilbert seemed oblivious that it was his fault.
"Alright, ice cream time." Francis announced running off to the kitchen with Matthew at his heels, though he limped slightly. Gilbert followed and gaped at the huge awesome kitchen. Francis chuckled at the boys face. "You like Gilbert? This is a true french kitchen." He said happily, he truly did love his kitchen dearly. It was always spotless unless he came home to find Arthur desecrating it with his atrocious murdering of the culinary art. It would take weeks to scrub all the scorch marks off the counter.
"Awesome! Can I have chocolate?" Gilbert asked jumping on one of the bar seats before wincing as one of his bruises throbbed.
Matthew sat beside him before murmuring, "Strawberry please". Francis nodded leaning down to get the ice cream out. Matthew gazed at Gilbert once more and the albino turned his head when he felt the other looking at him.
"Thanks again Gilbert" Matthew repeated and Gilbert blushed once more and focused on the counter.
"Stop saying that."He murmured, willing his cheeks to stop burning. He had finally gotten the silent boy to talk to him but all he said was 'thank you'. He wanted to have a conversation with the cute twin, not be constantly thanked. Matthew tilted his head silently confused before taking a bite of the pink ice cream that was placed in front of him.
"When we're done eating ice cream I'll show you our room and stuff." Matthew continued, it felt kind of awkward talking to the albino.
"That be awesome Matt." Gilbert grinned and Matthew's cheeks tinted a slight pink. The German found it quite adorable but he didn't say anything. Instead he focused on his delicious chocolate ice cream. Francis stared at the pair with an amused impression. Then his thoughts got progressively dirtier like they always did. His mind started with 'aww my little boy has a crush' and ended with 'Arthur would look delectable in that sexy pirate outfit...I should go pull that out along with some handcuffs.'
"Excuse-moi, mes enfants"(Excuse me children) Francis spoke as he went to leave the kitchen. "I have to...prepare something..." He said vaguely before ascending the stairs toward the master bedroom. Matthew shrugged before turning back to his friend, yes friend. He smiled at the thought as he watched Gilbert finish his ice cream. Gilbert blinked, flushing at the attention the cute boy was giving him.
"Umm...Matt, you're kinda creeping me out..." He said and Matthew quickly blushed before turning away.
"S-sorry! Um here give me your bowl so I can put it in the sink." The twin said quickly trying to recover from the awkward situation. Gilbert let out a laugh at his classmate's red face, it was too cute. He handed the boy his bowl before standing up and wincing. He couldn't wait til tomorrow when everything would hurt ten times more. At least tonight he could enjoy Feli's delicious pasta.
"Gil, wanna come to my room?" Matthew offered to which the albino quickly nodded. He followed his classmate obediently as he lead him up the stairs. They passed the locked door of the master bedroom where...suspicions sounds were emanating from. Matthew quickly hurried passed it, he did not want to know what his Papa was doing. Gilbert shrugged off the noises, he was more intent on following Matthew and seeing his room.
Gilbert had already left by the time that Arthur and Alfred arrived home. The former quickly rushed toward his beaten son examining him closely and worriedly. He then hugged him before letting Alfred fuss over his younger twin. Matthew quickly pulled away, more important things on his mind. He grabbed Kumajirou and his severed arm and shoved them into Arthur's hands.
"Dad! Dad can you save him? Please! Papa said you could!"Matthew pleaded as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Arthur looked down at the bear, assessing the damage. He smiled warmly at his son and nodded.
"Do not worry Matthew, the bear will be fine. I'll go sew him up now." Arthur declared and Matthew felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders. Kumajirou was going to be just fine. Arthur then turned toward the stairs to go up to his room, it was where he kept his sewing supply. Francis hid his evil grin as he watched his husband walk up the stairs.
There was a loud piercing scream that echoed throughout the home and shook the house. Alfred's and Matthew's eyes widened and they quickly rushed up the stairs with the identical cry of "DAD!" Francis on the other hand was laughing, bent over the counter as he tried to calm down. Soft footsteps stampeded toward the master bedroom door worriedly. "Dad? Dad!"
"DONT YOU COME IN HERE!" Arthur yelled angrily through the door. The twins halted and looked at each other confused. "FRANCIS! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND EXPLAIN THIS!" Arthur shouted. Francis calmed himself down before skipping up the steps innocently. He found the twins staring at the door in utter confusion.
"Why don't you two go watch a loud movie hmm? Daddy and I have something to...discuss." The two second graders blinked in confusion before shrugging and heading to their room. Francis then opened the door and was pulled in by an angry Englishman.
The twins could here the loud conversation from their room. Well, actually they could only here Arthur's part since he seemed adamant about yelling all of his responses in his fury. They listened to the partial conversation curiously.
"Francis why the hell are there rose petals everywhere? And the pictures! When did you take these pictures?...What the hell do you mean Elizaveta installed a camera! Where is it?...What do you mean there are four!...Different perspective my arse! Francis I can't believe you!...What do you mean that's not all?...BLOODY HELL I AM NOT WEARING THAT!...STOP IT!...Francis! Give me my shirt! NOT THE DAMN PIRATE ONE! That's not even a shirt its a piece of cloth!...Get your bloody hands off me you bloody lecherous frog!...No I wont calm down!...I HAVE VERY GOOD REASONS TO BE ANGRY!...Wait, whats that on the table...DEAR GOD! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!...DONT YOU DARE TURN IT ON!" Arthur shrieked. The twins furrowed their brows and there was loud vibrating sound emanating from their parents room. It suddenly stopped and there was more scuffling before their father continued his yelling.
"I swear Francis if you pull out one more toy from that box I-HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! I turn around for one second and you've already stripped completely! Have you any decency?...What children? Shit... FRANCIS I'M GOING TO K-ahh." The yelling abruptly stopped and the twins exchanged glances. Alfred quickly put in the first DVD he could find and raised the volume up loud trying to drown out the weird noises their parents were making. Thank god it wasn't as loud as their father's yelling.
AN:
Yay adorable innocent PruCan and Yay not so innocent FrUK.
I adore them both XD.
You have no idea how much I enjoy writing Perverted Papa Francis...
And I love writing partial conversation where you have to fill in the gaps yourself. They're so much fun to write! And I adore flustered angry Arthur...
Sorry for the wait but I have a life too...Well sortof
And we discover what Ivans been doing next chapter!
Oh and I want to clarify that Kiku's older brother with the curl was Korea...
It doesn't really matter since he's not important at all.
Review !
Oh and Kumajirou eventually did get fixed once Arthur finished discussing things with Francis.